Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.